Dear Humans,

Yesterday on my way to work, one of my tires was low on air. So I had to turn around, drive back home, haul my tire pump out to my car, and pray the tire held air. It did, but I was pretty grumpy about the whole ordeal. I thought the universe was picking on me.

Then, later on my drive I saw a tow truck hauling two cars out of a ditch as a result of a wreck. Suddenly, my low tire didn’t seem like such a big deal.

Everyone is going through something. And their problems might just be worse than our own. So treat each other with patience, grace, and understanding.

Sincerely,

Mr. Heimbuck